AN: Well here it is, the conclusion! I would love to thank you all for reading and supporting! I will be making more WandaxVision stories in the future. And btw is it weird that I kind ship Wanda x Ultron. I could see myself reading fluff fics about them...idk...it's kinda weird. But anyway more ScarletVision to come! I will try not to write to much angst, this fix was like the most 'angsty' (if thats even a word) thing I've written!

But, thank you all! Omg I can't stop thanking you all lol, until next time. ~Moonmilk

It was another stormy night in New York. Natasha couldn't believe the amount of rain coming down. The thunder was extremely loud, and she could have sworn she noticed a strike of lighting on a nearby building. She sighed, Thor better not have started this. Maybe it was out of sadness for Viz?

Widow turned off her stove and poured her ramen into a small blue bowl. She grabbed her chopsticks, and jumped on the couch, turning on the CNN news. She was never a 'TV person' but she decided to check and see what's going on with the media regarding Vision. And there it was, non stop talking, regarding Vision's death and the wonderful yet heart breaking pictures of Wanda throwing dirt into his grave appeared on the TV.

Natasha sighed and began to eat her late supper, she was glad that she was able to afford this small apartment. Sometimes she needed some space to do work alone. This was perfect for her.

The talking continued. Some say that Wanda would go insaine and they should fear for their lives. Yet some don't even care at all, maybe some see the good in Wanda after all, maybe some see her how the Vision sees her. Nat continued to eat and listen to the voices of the commentators. She kept her eye on one, an older man with short white hair and pale skin. She could tell something was up, by the look of his face and his head, moving from his lap, to the commentators, then his lap again...

"W-we must interrupt Stacy." The man with the white hair cut the young girl off and the camera now focused on him. "Breaking n-news just in..."

Nat lifted a brow. Another Hydra attack? She set her bowl in her lap and took another bite, watching the bold headlines appear.

"It appears that billionaire Tony Stark, was found dead at his Malibu mansion a few minutes ago."

Romanoff's mouth hung open and she almost dropped her chopsticks and bowl on the rug.

"It is said that he shot himself in the leg and proceeded to hang himself, it was suicide."

The words stabbed at Natasha's head. She quickly stood up and grabbed her cell phone, dialing the first person that popped in her head.

"Bruce? Bruce! Oh, Bruce...are y- are you seeing this?" She put a hand over her mouth and out came a tiny sob.

"I...I am..." A mellow voice responded.

...

For the second time, Wanda was sitting in a chapel, next to Steve and Sam. Except there were even more people.

"This man-." Natasha continued her speech. "He wasn't trying to live in fear, he never asked for it. Sure, his ideas were a tad skeptical, a little ludicrous...but it wasn't driven by hate, or anger. Tony Stark told me he became depressed by 18, and began hurting himself by 21."

Some of the crowd members gasped and some murmurs followed. Flashes of the cameras started to ring out, causing Natasha to blink rapidly. She agusted her magenta blazer and continued.

"The Avengers alliance gave him hope, he said. It gave him a purpose. Tony loved teamwork actually, maybe not at first, but deep inside he sort of agreed with Steve's ideas..."

Rogers looked up and his eyes seemed to droop. He took a deep breath and exhaled, smiling at Nat and the casket.

"But Stark seemed to live in fear. He never asked for. And- and it didn't need to end this way." Natasha reached for a tissue and dabbed the corner of each eye. She looked to her left and saw Pepper leaning on Rhodey's shoulder sobbing softly. Nat said thank you and left the podium and approached Pepper and gave her a hug.

Rhodey was next, his speech was just as touching and meaningful as Natasha's. Cameras were now constantly in his face, and the next speaker and the next. After a few colleagues spoke and several close friends of Stark spoke, Rogers was up.

The Captain already had tears in his eyes when he approached the podium. "People say I'm a man of war, that is true. And a man of war have seen all types of death, all types of endings. But I have never seen anything like this-." Steve wiped his face and let out a shuddering sigh. Which made Wanda lean in her seat, about to stand up and approach him. "He didn't deserve this. Vision didn't deserve this..." He rubbed under his nose and sniffed. "We lost two heroes of war, we lost two friends, two colleagues, two lovers.."

Wanda's crimson lips quivered. She started picking at her black nail polish and continued to watch Steve. He finished and he stepped down and more cameras went off, the crowd started chatting loudly and several cameramen followed Rogers to his seat.

...

The speaking was over after another 30 minutes past by. Clint put his arm around Wanda's eyes to shield the camera light out of her eyes. Once again, every Avenger followed the casket of Stark.

Wanda was slightly suprised that there were more speeches outside. Tony's funeral seemed much longer than Vision's. But she took the thought out of her head, she couldn't get mad at that, she would look like a fool. The burial was longer as well, dozens of cameras focused on the ground as the fallen Ironman's casket fell in.

Pepper collasped in tears once the casket fell in. Rhodey and the others conforted her like they did to Wanda before. And the cameras now focused on the Avengers, hugging it out like last time.

...

'The group hug of the year.' The headlines read. Bruce rolled his eyes and put his phone in his pocket. Natasha slipped her arm under his and he smiled. "Hey..."

"Hey." She nodded and hugged him. Bruce let out a sigh and rubbed his red rimmed eyes. "Well, they're gone."

"The camera dudes are getting on my nerves." He chuckled. Banner looked to his right and saw the other Avengers surrounding Stark and Vision's grave.

Wanda couldn't feel Vision nor Stark. She couldn't enter them. The witch could remember the emotions she felt when she talked with them. They were different, and her emotions were different with each one. She wish she could have apologized to the Ironman, his mind was twisted when she read it last.

'He knew you were sorry Wanda.' That was the first scentence she heard when she entered Cap's mind. His voice was higher from all the sorrow and crying.

'Ah, yes...' She smiled at him from afar. 'I wish I could...talk to him again..'

'I know.'

She looked up again at Steve, he was the only one looking at her. Clint, Sam, T'challa, Peter and Rhodey were behind him, talking with Pepper. Bruce and Nat were to her right.

Steve could tell she was think of Stark, but also Vision. He wished he could see that golden cape beside her. The look on her face when they were working together side by side. He hopes that Wanda will not have dreams of death and despair of Stark or Viz, or even Pietro. No more.

Though she told him in the funeral she could notice a flash of red, gold and blue in her mind. Stark, Pietro and Vision can exist in her mind, in her memories. The three will wait for her once it's her time to go. Like T'challa said, "Death is not the end".

Rogers aproached her and pulled her into a hug. The Scarlet witch put her arms around Steve's neck.

'Death...' Wanda said inside Steve. 'Is not the end...T'challa says.'

She heard Steve's thoughts.

'I know.' He chuckled and Wanda laughed right with him.

She pulled away and looked at the sky, the sun on her face. A smile spread across her lips and she let out a somewhat happy sigh.

"Hey." Steve put a hand on Wanda's shoulder.

"Sun's out."

...

END